for Dick (NSFW)

[goodfellow]

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"I was kidding," he said as he dropped the bag of food on the side table, "about the food." Dick stepped forward to slide an arm around Rob's shoulders. He was intent on the man, not the food, and the silk sheets that had been stuck in his head since he'd met Rob as Nightwing.

Robin actually was rather hungry, but he was more interested in sex (the world would simply not be right were this not the case), and rather fond of post-coital food-in-bed besides.

He pressed himself close to Dick, draped his arms loosely around his waist, and kissed him. It was not a tentative first kiss, but one filled with confidence as to where they were headed.

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[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

He made a muffled groan, thick with the heat that raced up his spine. His hands tightened on the smaller man, keeping pressed as close as possible. That all sounded like just what he needed. "Clothes should probably get out of the way, then," he murmured, breath coming a little quicker.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Come," said Robin after a moment and pulled away, taking Dick's hand and leading him back to his bedroom.

Robin's bed was a sight to behold. Four postered, canopied, and gigantic - this was a bed made for orgies. (Really. Made for orgies. That had been in Robin's design specifications.)

He slid away from Dick so that he could pull down the bedspread, revealing wine-colored silk sheets underneath. "Not disappointed, I hope?"

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"No," he murmured, already getting his shirt over his head. Call him arrogant, but Dick knew he would look damn good in those sheets. "No disappointment."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

He looked damn good with his shirt off, that was for sure. Robin glided back to Dick and slid smooth, practiced hands down his chest, then to the fastenings on his pants, which he had undone in record time. He pushed them down and then stepped back to admire.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

Dick dropped back onto the bed, leaning back, hands sliding against the silk, and met Robin's eyes without hesitance. "Look as good as you'd hoped?"

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Better," said Robin. He'd seen a lot of perfectly formed bodies in his life - there was a reason Greek gods were used as a cliche - but for a human, Dick was exquisite.

Robin met Dick's eyes and then carefully unbuttoned his new shirt, shrugging it off and then laying it carefully over the dresser. Then he stepped out of his pants, staying still there for a moment, for effect.

Considering how much he enjoyed sex, it was fortunate that Robin was... gifted. Endowed might be the word. Very endowed. Touched by the gods, or whoever made pucks all those millennia ago. Maybe the fates figured that since there were no females of their race (and Robin preferred not to talk about the mechanics of reproduction), they may as well be all man.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

Dick's breath hitched for a second once Robin was undressed. So, he'd meant it when he said deep. But he just pushed further back onto the mattress, sliding against the silk - which was almost enough to make him moan.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Body like Apollo," Robin murmured, climbing onto the bed beside Dick and drawing his hand lightly over his chiseled chest. Maybe he seemed a little more familiar with that statement than he should be, but it was true enough, at least, for a mortal. Apollo was... oh, hell. It had been, what, three thousand years? Still the most beautiful creature Robin had ever had in his bed.

Though there was one thing that was different... scars. Apollo was more a lover than a fighter, but he wouldn't have scarred anyway. And Puck was more than a little surprised to find that Dick had the skin of a warrior underneath his clothes.

"Aren't you just full of surprises," he murmured, and leaned down and brushed his lips to Dick's abdomen, tongue flicking out to trace the line of a muscle.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"I like to keep people on their toes," he said after his breath had finished sticking in his throat. Muscle tensed under Robin's lips and he pushed up on his forearms to watch the man's dark head move over his abdomen. Dick smiled and let his own head drop to the side, eyes hooding.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Your body tells tales," Robin added, tracing the line of one of the longer scars on Dick's abdomen with his finger. "I would be interested in listen."

It was obvious that Robin was indeed more interested now. Dick was really quite the find. Robin had a great interest in war stories, particularly the ones that were written on a man's body.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Long tales," he said, using the moment to calm his breath, "involved tales." He wasn't sure he could come up with lies fast enough to explain them all. Usually people didn't ask, or made up their own stories in their heads, but Robin was clearly intrigued.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"I adore long, involved tales," Robin purred, and as if to demonstrate just how much, he bent his head and licked a long, involved line up the length of Dick's erection.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

He huffed out a breath of hot air, skin flushing at the wet touch of Rob's tongue. He bent a knee so he could shift under the other man, fingers curling in the silk at his sides. "They're less impressive than you think," he said, grasping at straws.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin looked up at him and smiled. "Oh, most are compared to mine, but that doesn't mean I don't like to hear them."

He brushed his lips across Dick's inner thigh and watched his cock twitch, then added, "How about another bargain?" A kiss to the other thigh. "I'll keep doing this..." One more long, slow lick. "If you tell me the story of one scar, while I'm doing it."

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

Dick gave another muffled "mmmph..." as he sank back into the pillows, a hand coming up to slide into Robin's hair. "M'from Gotham City," he said, figuring he could tell some of these stories and just leave out the I'm Nightwing part, "lot of gang wars. Black Mask was this mobster trying to consolidate everything under his control and I got caught in the cross fire." He reached down to take Rob's hand and guide it to the bullet scar in his thigh.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin moved his mouth so that he could drag his tongue over the scar. It was truly erotic for him. After all this time... perfection bored him.

"Wrong place, wrong time?" he murmured, sweeping his eyes up, obviously expecting clarification. And then to remind him of his end of the bargain, Robin moved again and closed his mouth around Dick's cock.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"S-something like that." His chest was heaving slowly and he swallowed hard, licking suddenly dry lips. It was incredibly hard to come up with a convincing lie with Rob's lips sealed around his cock and he was beginning to question whether or not a lie was even worth it.

Yes came Batman's voice, of course it is. Don't be reckless.

The intrusion of Batman's growl - ugh now was not the time to be thinking of Bruce - was enough to jolt him out of the haze. "I get ahead of myself sometimes, think I can help people. It was chaos on the streets and they didn't like me trying to get in the way of their terrorizing people."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

That actually sounded about right to Robin. Dick struck him as the type. Of course, what it did not explain were the other scars. But Robin had made a bargain, and he intended to keep it - one story.

Upholding his end, he immediately went about showing Dick some of the amazing things he'd learned to do with his tongue in his very, very long lifetime.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

Happy to not be talking about scars anymore, Dick settled in for a long bout of enjoying all those things Rob had learned to do with his tongue. He soon had the larger man shifting restlessly against the skill, breath getting heavier and his grip tightening in Rob's dark hair. "God-" anything he'd been about to say was cut off by a low, pleased moan, and Dick struggled not to thrust up, eager for more of that warm mouth.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

It was at that point that Robin pulled away, drawing his tongue once more along the stiff length before raising his head and looking at Dick.

"I didn't tell you I'd finish," he teased. "At least... not yet."

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Don't wanna finish yet," he murmured, blue eyes opening again to look down at him, "I still have a lot to see from you, just how good you actually are." Dick smirked, eyes glinting almost mischievously.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"What, I haven't convinced you already?" Robin smirked and then pulled himself up, swinging a leg over Dick so that he was straddling his hips. His impressive erection curved upward just enough so that it didn't quite rest on Dick's chest.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

"I like to my evidence to be concrete," he teased back, pushing up onto one hand so their hips locked, trapping Rob's cock between them.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin made a soft sound of approval at the sudden friction, then reached out to cup the back of Dick's neck and leaned in to kiss him fiercely. He was starting to get impatient for more, truth be told.

[last-grayson.livejournal.com]

Dick was more than willing to give him anything he wanted, except maybe more stories. He returned the kiss with equal ardor, letting soft little whimpers escape him as he opened his mouth to Rob's tongue, alternatively sucking at it and tangling it with his own. Both arms wrapped around the man, holding him to his chest.